Friday, November 21, 2008

Personality or personal lie ?.

Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 For all who believe you can develop your personality by attending professional classes on it, I am here to say, you are making a mistake.

PERSONALI(E)TY

Never could be given by words
Nor should be inculcated in others
Yet should be discovered in you
By the you in you.

For all those who define it
Certainly are they not confined to it
For all it is personnel
Wrongly known to be communal

For now thought as development of it
Faster than galloping horses
And those who dramatize it
For me actually trauma-tize you.

Intelligence

Poor "intelligence".. ;)

INTELLIGENCE

All though the ages it had traveled,
Under the name of intelligence
For now it is protected from damage,
By other’s intelligence
Thus makes intelligence a foe to itself,
Is struggling to emerge out seeking one’s help.



TIME

I love to read this poem. The truth of life and TIME.

TIME

I wonder where it was born
For it tells when we were born
Tireless it goes on
But with fear we pass on
For it not have we pass on
For it not have a soul,
Yet remains an immortal sole
A mastery of it is impossible
As the questory about it is not resolvable
Panting after trying to chase it imploys
Our faultry in falling a play
There is no one to tell when it all begun
And for all your highs and lows
They call it for you “TIME”.


It is indeed "us".

This is another poem that I wrote, to a friend who always shows me the meaning of 'us' and never we had between us - u n me. It will always be -'us'.

IS IT WE(US) - II


Growing upon you and me

Is it world uprooting we
Where hath been you?
And me left a place no dwell

Where I amidst your waves (or)
you amidst mine, all is fine
Need we anniversaries till death
And our enmities put to death

Well and fine are words from lips,
And you know all untruth dips…
The roll of waves upon one other,
I see my worries slide under…

For me thought of you – my waves
And I cannot stop with this you my days…
For me to stop, it will take ages..
and there will be none without u in all of its pages... :)


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

To my Friend

This is one emotional poem that i wrote to my friend,

IS IT (WE)US ? – I

When it all begun between us
Neither of us knew it will melt thus
The word us is now you and me
But in your growth lies the key

It had all between us kidding
Now there is something more you and me
As long as you and me exist
I wish no intrution even by dust [pests]

Now for me, worries are two,
Which you be aware too…
One is at whom you’ll be with
And other is whom should I be with

For all I am just a friend by you
Yet something more judged by me,
Throughout your life journey of a train
Its not me an alongside passenger off a train.

LIFE is LOVE

This is the most weirdest poem that i have written, guess it conveys something. :D
LIFE IS LOVE

Devoid of my stolen self I live
And the act of stealth alone lives,
Lively and you look moons, stars, hills
To peak you their testimony of its ill.
The clouds itching eyes and time ticking hours
My lids wide open unwillingly the sleep.
For it defined creativity, wide open our,
Your, my latter later sense
Need you the art to art life
Have had you and your’s heart life.
You query the Sun, Moon, Skies all
For it to stay as they say stay
Alas not you stay a beard
With your’s and you remain bared
All this not teens not dreams
But all sans teeth, sans smell – [ sansteens]
Smell this mud of far past.
For it teens leaves em sans vision
Sans blood, sans brains, sans reality
And all this good by sans hair.
Longing the youth em for them life is
But thrust render you life is from it…